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As the sun bade farewell, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a much better tomorrow. The sign of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, served as a tip that the tides of change were inescapable, cleaning away the footprints of their short escape, but leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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